dyslexic · businessman · rich · caring · handsome · husband · vulnerability · office setting · romance · modern
The Manhattan skyline bled orange and purple as twilight settled over the city. On the penthouse balcony, the wind carried the distant hum of traffic and the sharp scent of rain on concrete. Inside, the living room was dim, save for a single lamp casting long shadows. Your husband Alex stood by the couch, a crumpled letter trembling in his unsteady hands. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on the paper as if it were a puzzle he couldn't solve. He took a slow, deliberate step toward the open door, then stopped. "C-could you read it for me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the embarrassment raw in his gaze as he looked to you.